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Dreamweaving

By: PlatonicLibido
folder Erotica › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 4
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Disclaimer: This fictional story is my original work. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights and any unauthorized copying is prohibited.
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Michael's Conscious Plaything

I mentioned earlier that dreams never go away, didn\'t I? Each dream you have only goes under the surface. They\'re still there and you can still feel and hear them. For some reason, sight is the exception. Dreams are caused by rapid-eye movement, a contradiction in sight would end it.

I think I also told you, dreams affect reality. Your dreams are real. They\'re also non-existant. Let\'s take an example, when you have a dream that you hold something. When you wake up with your eyes closed, you can physically feel it in your hands. It\'s like Schrodinger\'s Boxed Cat.

When you dream of something, it becomes reality. When you open your eyes to end the dream, you prove to yourself that it\'s non-existant. There is a cat in a box. It might be dead or alive. Until you open the box and find out, it\'s both. Dreams work the same way. Of course, it\'s all based on the mind. The more attention paid to it, the more real it becomes, like if your body has a sharp change from it. Pain or an orgasm both work, from what I\'ve tried.

Well, in Venessa\'s case...

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Venessa woke up with a shock. Something inside of her was moving...vibrating. She opened her eyes and looked in front of her, determined to look normal, or at least uphold the appearance of a girl who did not use sex toys in public.

As the teacher walked past her, she raised her hand and shot up and yelled.

"Can I go to the bathroom," the girl to her left was startled by the volume.

"Repiten, por favor. En Español. (Repeat it, please. In Spanish)." She silently cursed the class rules. All lines in English would be ignored by the teacher.

"¿Puedo ir al...al..." It was a simple word. Everyone could say the phrase with some work, but her case was different. Searching a mental dictionary was difficult for a girl on the verge of climax.

"...bano?"

"No, hay diez minutos mas. (No, there are ten more minutes)."

Her breathing deepened. It was quickened from the stimulation her body suffering. She looked into a near corner of the classroom, careful not to catch anyones\' eyes.

She squeezed her legs in tightly, thinking it would soften the sensations. She clenched her butt, holding the feelings back and letting it build up inside of her. The want for an orgasm became too great for her and overpowered her rational thought.

Silently, she climaxed. The sensation became too amazing for her to handle, and even the silence from her lips could not betray how hard her hips shook. The second spasm rolled through her body, trying to find it\'s way out. Again, her hips shook violently. The third one freed itself from her mouth. She let out a loud moan and gasp, but she didn\'t care. For the seconds of pleasure, she was in Bliss. The sensations and vibrating feelings only intensified.

When she was back in her right mind, she opened her eyes to find herself on the floor, gasping for breath.

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She went to the nurses office by the way. The imaginary vibrator might even be still inside of her, if she hasn\'t checked. It would probably be a lot stronger too, now that she came. There\'s one more story about Venessa, but that happens later. Alyssah Houser was the next girl to have good dreams.
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